Plodding on, day after day, towards a never-ending horizon.
why do we exist?
the quintessential question
it stubbornly buries itself into the hearts of men
ravages the human psyche in a cruel game
from which no victory awaits
not even a faint glimmer of closure to be found
steeped in confusion, tinged with uncertainty
infused with a loathsome dread
a great tidal wave
threatens to engulf the human conscience by force
unyielding, pressing, relentless in its pursuit
hungry to overtake
the deepest crevices of our minds
which seek desperately to find meaning
in a seemingly meaningless world
fragile semblances of security, now ruptured
into shards, severed
by its unstoppable surge.
to avoid it? to confront it?
both offer no trace of solace
to entertain it is to be wholly consumed
to avoid it is to succumb to delightful ignorance
but no matter.
the future that awaits us
the unavoidable conclusion
is the dust of our ancestors’ past.
the destined place of birth and burial
of every once living body we now stand.
kings and stillborns,
the ludicrously wealthy,
the pariahs, the renowned
finally mingle together as one.
the earth never discriminates.
from dust we come,
to dust we will return.